Jake's Initative (Chloe PoV)

“Are you sure about this?”

“I’m sure.”

“But—”

“Chloe, it’s fine.”

Holding a few leftover bags, I watched as Jake unlocked his apartment door and ushered me inside before hauling in the rest of the things Sophie had bought me. It was almost a complete wardrobe change and I felt bad having her spend so much on me when I’d only been Jake’s girlfriend for a few months. I would have felt bad even if we had been dating years, but the short amount of time didn’t help the situation or make me feel any better.

“Are you even going to have room for this?”

Jake set the bags down next to the kitchen table before looking at me and nodding. “I don’t use all the space I have back in the bedroom.”

I frowned. “Now that you mention it, outside of your uniform…” I drifted off trying to think about how he wore the same general style but in different colors.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I said as I made a mental note to take him shopping later. The thought of using Jake as a dress-up doll excited me.

Moving over to me, he ran his hands over my arms as I looked up at him. “I’m thinking of skipping the library and bringing you here more often. Now you will be able to wear something other than your uniform.”

I found myself grinning. “Or I can just take off the uniform anyways… no change of clothes required.”

“Mm.”

Blinking in surprise, I was stunned by his hands moving to my blouse. Without prompting, he had slowly begun working down my top, unbuttoning it as he went. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t stop his work, eyes on his hands rather than me. The pacing felt a bit rushed, but not overly so. “Undressing you.”

My heart was already racing before he uttered those words. Now anticipation was adding fuel to the fire spreading through my body. I made no effort to stop him. Like hell I was going to stop him. The sudden shift of mood was a bit jarring, but I was flexible. Any initiative by Jake to have sex needed to be encouraged.

I rolled my lower lip in, gently holding it in place as my eyes ran over his face. “Any particular reason why?” I asked coyly.

Him pausing caused a wave of fear to roll through me. Shit. Was he mistaking my teasing for a lack of interest?

“I want to see you naked,” he answered in a low voice. A flutter ran through me as he continued. “I want to touch you. Make love to you.” His eyes met mine. “Is that okay?”

Standing on my toes, I kissed him. It was the spark that set off the dueling elements. The heat of my passion clashed against the coldness of his indifference. What normally should have been offputting was anything but as his hands touched me in all the right places. Swept up in the moment, I was half-carried, half-dragged back to the bedroom. Articles of clothing littered the pathway, causalities of our pawing. Jake’s lips were relentless. If he wasn’t kissing my lips, he was kissing something. I let out a soft groan as I felt his lips against my neck. The back of my legs hit the edge of the bed as my hands found their way to that wonderful—

I knew what to expect, but not finding an erection waiting for me did douse some of the fire with water. Not enough to ruin things, but to remind me that Jake wasn’t like other guys. If I wanted this—and I did want this so bad it hurt—I was going to have to work for it.

Taking charge, I reversed our position. With a cool smile, I pushed at his chest until he took the hint and sat back on the bed. My eyes ran over his stoic face as I knelt in front of him. My excitement was getting the better of me as my hands reached for him. As gently as I could, my fingers ran along the flaccid shaft. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, breath heavy. Memories of our last time together burned in my gut. Gift or no, I was so turned on right now to the point where I wanted him inside me as soon as possible.

My touch was having an effect. He took a deep breath, face as placid as ever. The long exhale showed that he was feeling something at least. Most importantly, he was starting to stiffen. Fingers turned to hand as he grew large enough to get a better grip. He watched me with that intense gaze of his and I found myself smiling.

“Enjoying this?”

“Very much so.”

I licked my lips and moved to take him in my mouth. Kissing the tip, I fell back into an automated sort of routine. My eyes flicked up as my tongue ran along the underside of his dick. Nothing. Opening my mouth, I gave the head a bit of suction as I pushed it deeper into my mouth. About a third of the way down, I reversed. The suction increased as I moved my head back. I did this a few times, letting things relax as I took more of his dick into my mouth before gradually pulling back while sucking. There was a faint pop as the tip of his dick left my mouth. I looked up again, hand making a gentle jerking motion near the base of his shaft.

Seeing nothing there, I quickly looked back at his dick.

“What’s wrong?”

I shook my head and was about to answer it was nothing before remembering that it was pointless to lie. He could read my discomfort as well as I felt it. I shifted my hand so that it was running along his entire shaft. With my free hand, I brushed a few strands of hair that had fallen into my face. With a deep breath, I had a small smile as I spoke. “Just used to guys being more… expressive. Hard to gauge if you are enjoying it or not.”

“I am enjoying it a lot. You are incredibly skilled.”

Of course I was. How many guys had I blown over the years? Fortunately, that was in the past now. From now on, all I had was this wonderful thing to look forward to.

His fingers brushed my forehead. “If you aren’t enjoying it, we can do something else.” He **** a small smile. “Won’t hurt my feelings any.”

My eyes went down to the erection I was steadily massaging with my hand. A part of me wanted to continue. I wanted to do this for him but a part of me felt deflated at the pointless nature of it. I was proud of my blowjob skills. The reactions guys had when I sucked them off was a point of pride because it was genuine. My Gift made sex with me a mind-blowing experience. The pleasure and reactions they made when I had their dick in my mouth? That was all me.

Frustration filled me for a moment. Finally, I had a guy I actually wanted to drive wild and life pulled the rug out from under me. It wasn’t fair and my anger wasn't directed at Jake. It was the situation. Jake was simultaneously everything I needed but lacking in things I wanted.

“Is it me?” I looked up to find his gaze waiting for me. “Am I doing something wrong?”

I let out a breath, shaking my head. I let the frustration and irritation drain from me. We had time to talk about things later. I had a lovely hard cock in hand and all the desire in the world to put it to good use.

Releasing him, I stood. Hands on his chest, I let them roam as I straddled his legs. His dick pressed against my bare stomach as I sat on him. His initiative took me by surprise as he leaned forward to kiss me. For a moment, I lost myself in his kisses. I could feel his hands run over my sides and back as he pulled me closer. The heat of his body, the touch of his lips, the stiffness of his erection against me… it was all too much. It had been too long. Way too long.

I broke my lips away from his. “Fuck me,” I breathed, eyes closed. I took a ragged breath, my insides quivering for the promise of relief. His hands had frozen against me. When I opened my eyes, I found him staring at me… yet not.

“Your Gift—”

“Let it take me.” He said nothing. With zero idea what he was thinking or seeing in my noise, I pushed. “Please, Jake. I need this.”

He kissed me. It was different than the others. A brief moment as if he was acknowledging my request. The last kiss he was going to give me tonight.

While tall, Jake was never one to be physically imposing. He always leaned towards the lanky side which fit with his boyish face. The entire time I’ve known him, he screamed gentle giant. Quiet, measured, and stoic as could be. A calming presence in my hectic life.

A yelp escaped me as he pushed me off him with surprising strength. Flopping against the mattress, I bounced once before he was on me. He flipped me onto my back. My mind was still trying to catch up with what was happening as he shifted me into the center of the bed. Forcing my legs apart, he made himself at home between them.

“Condom.” His voice cut through the confusion swirling around me. After all that chaos, it was in this moment of serene clarity that I found how my body was reacting. My chest was heaving, desire flowing through every part of me as I stared up at him. My heart slammed against my chest as he returned my pleading stare with casual indifference.

I know it wasn’t intentional, but god damn was that look turning me on. He had the look of a man who was about to fuck something up without a care in the world.

That something was me.

Scrambling, I stretched myself towards the nightstand where I’d gotten the condom last time. To my surprise, there were two sitting out. My excitement spiked at the sight of them. Not only did he plan this out, he was planning more than last time…

Grabbing one, I quickly pulled it from the wrapper and handed it off. Fuuuuuck. The way he looked rolling it on. Here I was panting and quivering in anticipation at what came next and he was treating this like it was a bother. Of course he wasn't, but that was how his body language was reading.

I loved what Jake and I shared last time and I wanted to do that again, but this… this is what I needed right now.

Condom in place, he moved against me. I took a deep breath as my eyes found their way to the ceiling. The anticipation was killing me. I needed to get a hold of myself before—

“I’m starting.”

It was the only warning I got. A brief feeling of him pushing against my entrance before I found myself with eight inches of pure pleasure making inside me. Me sucking in air almost caused me to **** on saliva as my eyes and mouth went wide.

I was vaguely aware of people bragging about cars going zero to sixty in a few seconds. Jake had taken this from zero to eighty in the same time. He was a man giving no quarter. His foot had slammed the accelerator to the floor and wasn’t letting up.

It had to have been eight or nine thrusts before I had the mental capacity to breathe again. The sounds that came out of my mouth were incomprehensible gibberish. My Gift had flared to life almost instantly. I felt it coursing through me, lifting me higher and soothing any discomfort I might have had. There was no mistaking it in my mind. Jake was fucking me. A purely physical exchange and I was loving every second of it.

The sound of my screams of pleasure filled the room. I screamed his name, begging him for more. As I did, I enjoyed the erotic noises that set the beat. The wet noises our connection made. Bed thumping against the wall. Springs giving their all to bear the weight being pressed on them. I lost myself in it all, my Gift amplifying all the feelings and pleasure I was feeling.

For the first time, I didn’t care that I was losing myself in my Gift. I didn’t fight it, embracing it as it filled me. All because I was with Jake. My Jake. My wonderful boyfriend who loved me—even if he was mercilessly fucking the oblivion out of me.

Once more, Jake surprised me by flipping the script. Everything stopped and I let out a horrified gasp as I felt his dick leave me. It was almost enough to make me sob. I felt so empty without it. Inside, my Gift swarmed angrily, denied its rightful release.

I had no time to express my misgivings as I found myself manhandled by the man I’d only known as the gentle giant. No longer on my back, I found myself flipped over with my belly against the bed. He lifted my ass into the air and I felt the familiar pressure against me. There was no warning as he shoved himself back inside me. I cried his name as that big dick of his hit something it hadn’t before. The **** of his thrusts kept my face pressed against the bedding as he used his leverage to drive himself into me.

Again and again he hit something that sent a powerful jolt of pleasure through me. If he kept that up, I was moments away from cumming. Once more, Jake was going to get me to cum, not my Gift dragging me along for the ride.

I loved every second of this new position. I yelled his name. I begged him to keep going. I was so close. So. Fucking. Close.

And then it stopped.

Not stopped, but that familiar jolt was no longer happening. It all felt great, but not the breathtaking amazement it had been a second before. At first, there was confusion. What changed? I wanted that feeling back. Jake was still pounding me with everything he had but…

No. He wasn’t. It was subtle, but he had shifted position and was no longer quite at the angle he had been when we started. I automatically found myself shifting to help him along. That confusion turned to frustration. No matter how I moved, it never hit the same. Almost like…

“Jake,” I groaned.

“Mmm?” Bless him. He sounded winded, but otherwise no different than he usually did. Hearing that tickled my insides.

“Stop messing around.”

“I’m not.”

I whimpered, struggling in vain to get that feeling back. My Gift was overly pushy, driving me towards finding that moment again. I needed it. No way was I going to cum from this.

Panting, I growled in frustration as he continued the same ineffectual thrusting he’d been using for the past minute. “Jake!” I yelled, heat in my voice. He said nothing, continuing to play this game of not giving me what I wanted. It was driving me insane. I was so close. So close. It was like walking on a tightrope and losing your balance. No matter how much I flailed and tipped to the side, my body refused to tumble over. My body was consumed by pleasure, yet all it did was build and build. I wanted release.

“Jake!” I sobbed. My hands clenched at the bedding. I felt like an overstuffed balloon that should have popped ages ago. Yet he kept going. How the fuck was he still going? This was driving me mad. It was so much worse than losing myself in my Gift because I was conscious of it all.

Then it happened. A shift and thrust that sent that jolt through me. Only it wasn’t a jolt but a god damn tsunami.

For a second, my consciousness blipped out as the pleasure overwhelmed me. It was like every pleasure receptor in my body was firing all at once. It felt so good the pleasure bordered on pain due to the overwhelming experience.

Released from his grasp, I flopped onto the bed completely spent. I swear I could feel my body twitching as I gasped for air.

Well, I’d wanted him to fuck me so I guess that was mission fucking accomplished.

The bed jerked as Jake collapsed onto the bed beside me. Other than being a little sweaty and out of breath, he seemed normal. He let out a breath as if cooling down after a jog. He stared up at the ceiling, off in his own world.

“That kind of sex is enjoyable too.”

I stared at him half because I couldn’t believe what I’d heard him say and half because I didn’t have it in me to move. My heart nearly burst at the sight of him. So. Fucking. Cool.

“That kind of sex…” I started, having to pause in the middle to get some air in my lungs. “Was even better… than the last…” He turned his head to look at me. No, that wasn’t quite right. He had that far away look in his eyes. He was seeing me, but not me. “What?”

His eyes finally met mine, grounded in the reality I could see. “I think I prefer last time.”

I pursed my lips forcing myself to flip onto my back. “I don’t.” I grinned. “Last time I found myself pinned under my passed-out boyfriend freaking out over if I’d just killed him or something.”

He blinked a few times. “True. That would be… unnerving.” I snorted, shaking my head. Reaching over, his hand brushed my cheeks. “I’m glad you enjoyed this.”

“Best sex ever. Hand’s down. This whole noise thing of yours is freaking amazing.” I signed as my hand found his. Our fingers entwined as I stared at him. “I really needed this,” I whispered.

“I figured that was the case. You are used to physical pleasure on a regular basis. I will do my best to ensure your needs are taken care of.”

I couldn’t stop the grin on my face. It wasn’t my Gift either. I was just so damn happy. “Promise?”

“Promise.”